Beast Games: End of the World: JAC Versus Swillow

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Richard Biggs: Welcome to our final fight this year in Beast Games. The stakes have never been higher.

Richard Littles: If JAC loses this match, he has to leave Beast Games, being a homo rex. And if Swillow loses this match, she has to surrender her crown, and a ladder match will be held between Vicyl, Citrus Snow, and Harper-Jay. Winner will get the crown.

Richard Biggs: And now we start with JAC. The arena turned black, before lightning roared, and rain boomed.

Harper sat still, rigid. She needed Swillow to win.

JAC's theme played.

"Miracle"

Reality is no state of mind

Your castle's an illusion

A palace of delusion

And in your confusion

you make a fusion

Of fact and fiction,

with the surreal,

to make it sound more real

Yet you don't understand I'm two steps ahead,

what more can be said

More than your imagination

is a nation

you try to complete

But when you're facing the elite you understand

I'm here to reap your soul.

JAC threw down his hood and his bird mask.

You say

That you're a miracle

A being made of cold

Machine reaper overload

I say it's natural

When you face the world

You reap back what they stole

It's no miracle

Richard Biggs: JAC has evolved a lot over this year, from some cocksure 130 pound fool who was insulting everyone, to someone who won't.

Richard Littles: Because JAC is secure in himself, and is his own man now. Swillow betrayed him, despite his loyalty, and now JAC is loyal only to his own pack. One that he leads.

Richard Biggs: We have two undefeated competitors in this fight, and JAC was the former writer of Swillow the Slaughterhound. He's also the current General Manager of Beast Games, unless he loses. In which case, we'll have to figure out who's the next General Manager.

Richard Littles: We have never had such a high stakes match up, in all six months we've been doing this

Richard Biggs: No we have not.

JAC crawled into the ring, before rising up and standing in the center.

Flare jets burst.

Flare jets burst. "Until the bitter end!" Smoke burst from jets in bucket loads, filling the arena. Hands in silhouette reached out for the stage, towards Swillow's own silhouette. Eight tentacles spread from her back as she walked down the ramp, blue smoke surrounding her.

Harper's tail thumped. Her master knew how to make an intimating entrance.

"AWOOOO!" Three dog barks sounded off before another electronic howl. Flame jets roared again as she sauntered down. Richard Biggs: Here comes Swillow in full regality. Richard Littles: The Beast King, who has defeated everyone else.

I'm drowning,

in the depths

Still dreaming,

faintly for

A chance of evil's birth

With open, eyes I see

The darkness, encroaching

And twisted, fantasies

But how am I living?

Arson's eyes widened in fear and surprise at Swillow's entrance. "Oh da-" Arson let out a belch, and he covered his mouth with a huge blush. He hoped no one else noticed that. Especially Swillow. It was bad enough getting humiliated multiple times. Though in this case, he didn't want to make her tease or get mad at him.

The flames flickered across JAC's face, highlighting it in orange, starkly contrasting his features...

Because I've got a lot of pain to bring

Until I make him sing

Because to break a carnival of smoke

I smash the mirrors broke

Because I fight against pretend

Until the bitter end!

I'm mutated, and void

But any, thought of death

Will bring the, ocean's call

It asks how am I living?

The lights turned blue, and the theme more melodious.

Stare deep, into my eyes

Brought in pain, demise

Vortexes, who paint hurt

You ask how am I living?

Flames appeared again as-

Because to deny reigns of queens and kings

I have to smash the ring!

Because when fury is awoke

The flames will be stoked!

Because against the world I fend

Until the bitter end!

A more heavy metal part played in screamo.

You tried to kill me off for fame

Didn't think I would survive

(Because of cold alive)

Still standing unafraid I claim

"I stand until the bitter end!"

You hold my keys

I'm breaking in

My banner's bathed in blood

(My coat is bathed in void)

All see their kingdom is in sin.

Because I'm still alive

Until the bitter end!

Richard Biggs: Here comes Swillow in full regality.

Richard Littles: The Beast King, who has defeated everyone else.

Richard Biggs: We had the most amazing contract signing where JAC piledrivered, dropped Swillow on her head from five feet in the air from the ring post. He busted her skull open, and wrote their names in the contracts with their blood.

Richard Littles: Never seen anything in that caliber before. But now we have what may be the best Beast Games ever.

JAC and Swillow squared off.

The bell rang.

JAC began by jumping in the air. He hit her with a spinning back elbow, in the jaw. Swillow staggered away from the blow.

Richard Biggs: That is JAC's patented King Arthur to start off our match.

JAC ran into the ring ropes for propulsion as he spun around and hit Swillow across the jaw again with a King Arthur to the other cheek. Swillow swayed, but still stood despite him using his signature move twice.

JAC ran at her again, but Swillow slapped him across the chest, making him fly five feet into the air before he fell halfway across the ring. He did a sit up from the sheer pain in his spine. He reached back, caressing his tendons.

Richard Biggs: Already, Swillow showing her impressive strength.

Swillow's body blazed. As JAC stood, she rampaged into him, and he flipped over and onto his shoulders. She slipped underneath the ring, making sure not to hit the post.

JAC rolled onto his belly, and did a push up to stand.

Richard Littles: Swillow has already wrecked JAC with a couple of simple moves.

Richard Biggs: We're seeing the Reaper JAC, one of his four sides, and perhaps the one with the most sadism. Most calculation, a machine reaper. Nobody in Beast Games quite compares.

JAC grabbed a ring rope to stabilize his body before standing.

Swillow rushed back into the ring, prepared to ram into him again, but his foot went back, catching her off guard, and hitting her throat.

She hacked, and grabbed at her throat, before JAC grabbed her leg. He spun around, and went for a figure four leg lock, before pushing himself up onto his head and going, "WOO!"

Swillow set herself ablaze again, and JAC released the hold.

Richard Biggs: Submission's are not going to work right now, JAC.

A white aura befell JAC as he healed himself with his paladin magic. He scooted away from Swillow.

Swillow grinned, and ran at him, but he sidestepped. She went through the ropes, but landed just on the apron, when JAC grappled with her head. He pulled her over the top ropes until only her ankles were on them. She was in a headlock with one of his arms around her neck.

He jumped, twisted around to change arms, before falling down on his back. Her face met canvas.

Richard Littles: A Draper DDT variation!

Richard Biggs: JAC hit a revelation!

JAC stood up, and backed up against the opposite ring post of Swillow. He ran.

Richard Littles: Curbstomp!

Swillow laid her jaw on the ground to avoid being stomped, and JAC's eyes glowed blue for a second. His foot stomped, but he used the opposite leg to punt kick her in the head.

Her eyes flew into the back of her skull as spit flew.

Richard Littles: Split second reaction from JAC!

JAC leaned his body on Swillow's shoulders for the cover, and hooked the far leg, raising it up. Despite his leverage,

Richard Short: One, two..

Swillow kicked out.

JAC sat up, and breathed in to the count of five. He stopped breathing. Out for count of five, before standing up.

As Swillow retreated into a corner, he scraped his foot against her neck repeatedly.

Richard Short: One, two, three, four!

JAC stopped and walked around, pacing.

Richard Biggs: The ropes are a safety zone. Upon the number five, there will be a disqualification.

Richard Littles: But JAC bending the rules, making sure to allow enough of the count to pass.

Swillow pulled herself up, and growled at JAC. She rushed at JAC, but he switched over to her side during her momentum, put hand under belly and over neck, before flipping her over.

After Swillow spun, she landed neck first on his knee. As she spun over, she grabbed the back of her neck.

Richard Littles: JAC is attacking the back of that neck!

Richard Biggs: He's going to slowly break her down.

The Reaper got on his knees as he faced Swillow. She butted her head into his, and he, on all fours, pushed against her.

Both grabbed the others hands, and stood.

Richard Littles: What are they doing now?

Richard Biggs: Simple test of strength.

JAC leaned down to lower his center of gravity, that way he wouldn't fall back. He put his left leg down, pushing forward for more leverage.

Swillow twisted his hands as she pulled them down, and JAC screamed from the test of strength.

Not yet to be defeated, JAC leaned forward with both feet and pressed his shoulder into her chest.

She leaned her head down so her cheek was against his.

He slipped around, and got a waist lock on her as she stood. With a gasp, Swillow reasserted herself by backwalking towards the ropes. JAC squatted, engaged his thighs, clenched his glutes, and released his breath.

He suplexed all 303 pounds of Swillow overhead, and she crashed on the back of her neck.

Richard Biggs: All 303 pounds!?

Richard Short started the one, but Swillow kicked out.

Richard Littles: Little more than a one second pin!

JAC rolled out of the ring, and arrived at the announcer's table.

Swillow rolled out of the ring. JAC ran at her, about to knee her in the neck, but she caught him by the throat with her paw. Swillow spun around, and planted him back first onto the floor.

JAC bounced back up.

Richard Biggs: Hellfire Chokeslam.

Richard Littles: Can JAC get back up?

Swillow bit down on the padding outside, and pulled it back, revealing the concrete underneath.

Richard Biggs: This is illegal, and against the rules.

JAC staggered around, before Swillow wrapped her arms around his neck, and grabbed hold of his tights. She did a snap suplex, and he hit the concrete.

No bounce, no smack, just bone and flesh on concrete. As JAC jerked up, she kept a hold around his neck, and twisted around. She forced him a few steps back, before snap suplexing him onto the concrete again.

JAC's back bruised purple, his skin breaking from the power.

Richard Littles: This is criminal!

Swillow stood up for a third suplex, only for JAC to grab the back of her ankle. He swung around, and crashed her onto her neck. Swillow screamed.

Richard Biggs: A swinging neckbreaker!

Richard Littles: Still targeting that neck of Swillow!

Swillow felt JAC grab her again, and he got the back of her ankle. He fisherman suplexed her into the announcer's table, shattering it, wood and all.

Richard Biggs: Right into our table!

Richard Littles: We don't even have it insured! My family photos were in there!

Richard Biggs: Just one of your kid graduating kindergarten.

Richard Littles: Sentimental value!

Richard Biggs: If your kid doesn't graduate kindergarten, he's a moron.

JAC rolled over back towards the ring. After ten seconds, the referee would issue a count out. JAC pulled on the bottom rope, and borderline heaved himself in.

As he rolled over, facing the sky, he kept his eyes closed as the bright, hot lights focused on him.

Swillow crawled back into the ring, beating the count on the nine.

Richard Biggs: One more second and JAC would have won this via countout.

Richard Littles: Normally the champion can only lose their belt via pinfall or submission, but not in this match, where DQ and interference will also cause a belt loss.

Richard Biggs: Good thing JAC wrote up a contract.

JAC got to his feet, and threw a punch at Swillow's ear. He boxed her ear, and she swung around.

Since she was losing her balance, JAC threw her to the ground for a cover.

Richard Short: One, two,

Swillow kicked out.

JAC pinned her again.

Richard Short: One, two,

Swillow kicked out again.

JAC backed up. As Swillow sat onto her bottom, he ran, and drop kicked her flat in the chest, while grabbing the backs of her legs.

Richard Biggs: Drop kick into jackknife cover!

Richard Short: One, two,

Richard Littles: WillJACwin?

Swillow pushed on the small of his back, and forced herself out of his pin. She got shoulder up by two and four fifths.

Richard Littles: What will it do to take JAC down?

Richard Biggs: Remember, each pin JAC does forces her to waste endurance, and core strength. And she has very little core strength left after doing all those suplexes, and being suplexed into our announce table, I'm sure.

JAC stomped down on her shoulder blade. Swillow growled from the pain.

He raised his foot up, his knee getting as high as his shoulder, before he smashed it down onto her shoulder again. She jerked the limb away and limped off.

As JAC came at her again, she used her back legs, and gave a horse buck to his chest. He fell over, rolled backwards, into the ring post. His spine stabbed into the corner of the metal post, and he curdled up, but Swillow wasn't done yet. She ran at him, and hit her head on his.

Blood ran down cuts from both of their heads.

Richard Biggs: Those two are leaking more than residents of a retirement community.

Richard Littles: You can say that again. Now neither can count past four, and both can taste purple!

Swillow rolled over, onto her back. She heaved, her belly rising with massive breaths.

JAC indulged in the regenerative powers of oxygen as well, using ancient druid techniques. During fights, the Reaper engaged a meditative state, which calmed his body enough he'd swing with the force of the punches. Therefore, his limp body absorbed the impact and spread it evenly throughout the body. It also warmed his body up.

Swillow allowed a fireball to form between her paws, and she fired the long range projectile at JAC. He jumped over it, before going into a flying headlock. Both fell down, and JAC got back up again.

As Swillow's head came up, JAC rushed forward, and stomped it back into the ground. She sprung up, almost saluted, and fell back.

Richard Biggs: Diamondcutter plus a stomp.

Richard Littles: A devastating combination!

JAC dropped to his knees as he pushed down on her shoulders. The referee went up to two, before Swillow pushed JAC off.

Richard Biggs: JAC is starting to lose his cool with that unsophisticated cover.

Richard Littles: Is he letting nerves get to him now?

JAC turned his back to Swillow, and Swillow capitalized. She ran over to him, but JAC, split second, turned and lunged.

As Swillow was about to jump into the air to knock JAC down, JAC had already gotten his shoulder to her gut and speared her into the ground. But instead of doing a full Lancelotus spear, he spun off.

Richard Biggs: Didn't get the full spear. It was a desperation move.

Richard Littles: He was playing mental possum. Acting like he was unnerved.

Richard Biggs: Proving what JAC said. Other beast gamers play checkers, JAC plays monopoly, and Swillow plays tiddlywinks.

JAC watched as Swillow grabbed the back of her neck. It must have hit the ground after she landed again. His long term strategy was working.

As she stood, JAC hit the third diamondcutter on Swillow. Her neck jerked back, and he scuttled into a cover.

Richard Short: One, two-

Swillow gave a kick out.

JAC's eyes bulged from his skull, and he upstarted.

Richard Biggs: Now JAC's lost his cool.

Richard Littles: Who kicks out of a diamondcutter? Much less three?

Richard Biggs: Apparently Swillow.

JAC grabbed Swillow. Her grappled with her, trapping her right arm with his own, leaving her balanced on three limbs. His one leg wrapped around the other arm, spreading her chest out in the abdominal stretch.

Swillow growled, but JAC used his other arm to wrap around her neck, almost severing shoulder from bone.

As Swillow screamed, JAC kept the abdominal lock in. Swillow's body blazed with fire, but JAC's blazed with white healing aura.

Richard Biggs: We are getting a submission stand off!

Richard Littles: Will JAC run out of mana before Swillow runs out of patience to survive!?

JAC hooked his hands together by the fingers for more leverage, but Swillow dragged her hind feet along, and limped towards a rope. Sensing she was getting near, JAC spun around.

Instead, he had one arm trapped against his back. His back was on the ground, and her back was on his belly. His legs scissored her waist, while one of his arms pulled her jaw up.

Richard Biggs: Crossface chickenwing.

Richard Littles: That will tear apart your shoulder, and your neck!

Richard Biggs: Could severely injure someone too.

Swillow stopped wasting her fire power on him. Instead, since she had a lot more length than he did, she pushed back with her legs, but as she slid over, JAC exchanged the grip he had on her chin for a push down on the shoulder.

Swillow's feet kicked blindly in the air, as JAC had a crucifix cover on her.

Richard Short: One, two,

Swillow kicked out again.

Richard Biggs: Kept trying to pull what Leroy did. Just go for cheap and easy pins on the big monster.

Richard Littles: Leroy didn't succeed in the iron man match, but he is the only person to get a pin on Swillow in all of Beast Games.

Sweat trickled down JAC's forehead. He rose up onto his knees, and then put his hands on the ground.

He put one leg out, fully stretching it, getting into lowest position possible. Soon as Swillow stood on all fours, he lunged. He prepared to strike with a spear.

Swillow scooped him up, and power slammed him onto the ground. He reached his legs up, and wrapped them around her neck, before grabbing her arm.

Richard Biggs: A triangle submission.

Richard Littles: Will it work?

JAC squeezed with all his might, but she rose onto both legs, and slammed him into the ground. He still kept up his hold, but she rose and slammed him down again.

Richard Biggs: Two power bombs.

JAC's body spread out, the ring having taken so much abuse it almost collapsed.

Swillow pinned JAC.

Richard Short counted for the one, two, and-

JAC kicked out.

Richard Biggs: Last possible millisecond, JAC survives.

Swillow howled. Eight tentacles spread from her back, as her eyes turned black, besides her pupils which were made white. As JAC lurched up, he stared into her eyes.

He backed up, into a post, and rushed at her. She got up onto her hind legs, and he speared her. Shoulder to gut, his knees spread. That way, as he landed, his knees hit the ground, he'd be kneeling over her. He put her arms into an x.

Richard Short dropped.

Swillow threw JAC off, five feet into the air, before he landed on the ground.

Richard Littles: She just kicked out the Lancelotus in one second!

Richard Biggs: Not even a second. No one has ever kicked out before. And Swillow did it in less than one second.

As Swillow rolled onto her belly, JAC rose up on all fours but upside down. He spiderwalked over to Swillow, and slapped a waist lock in. He rose up, and flipped her upside down so her rump was in the air, head to the ground.

JAC dropped down, crashing her on her head with the Percivaliant Piledriver, her neck compressing under the 303 pounds of her entire fat body. This was all this match came down to, setting up for that finisher, if the diamondcutter didn't work.

JAC draped a hand over her rump and tail just to make sure, as it added extra leverage.

Richard Woods: O-

Swillow burst up from the position, and JAC fell over.

JAC curled up on the ground, and brought his hands over his face, before screaming into said hands. He pulled at his hair.

His face distorted into sheer agony, and he stood up.

Swillow bit down on his throat, her maw glowing black. She slammed him into the ground.

Richard Biggs: The Bitter End!

Richard Littles: She's gonna suck his soul out!

The referee dropped to his knees, assessing if JAC was okay. Within three seconds, JAC's eyes glazed over. Four seconds, and the ref grabbed his hand. By fifth second, no answer.

So Richard Short went to call the match for Swillow via submission.

A flash of white. JAC grabbed the ref's shirt, and pulled him down so he could go face to face with JAC.

Audience: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!

JAC went back into spiderwalk position before rising up. He grabbed Swillow, ripped her off his neck as his white aura broke, and slammed her down.

Richard Biggs: He just broke out of the Bitter End. No one has ever kicked out of that before.

Richard Littles: But to what avail? He lost aura.

Richard Biggs: Now JAC is fully vulnerable, and can suffer deadly damage.

JAC stood up, and stretched his shoulders out. Swillow ran at him.

JAC jumped out of the way.

Swillow hit the referee hard enough he flew and hit the two Richards ten feet away.

JAC's eyes widened, and even Swillow was stunned. They had just taken out the referee.

JAC ran out under the bottom rope to assess on the Richards.

Swillow grabbed Berand's chair, the hard one, and hit him on the back with a metal chair. Normally, a disqualification, but not now. The metal broke in half. JAC fell to the ground.

Swillow had no referee to pin him to, nor was she even in the ring. Still. She put him over her back, and walked towards a flight of steps, leading up.

She got up to the crow's nest, twenty feet in the air.

JAC slipped off, and kicked her between the legs. Despite being female, that region was still incredibly sensitive. She buckled.

He put her over his shoulders, put a hand on her rump, before leaning her head down.

He stood on the edge of the metal railing, staring down at a table,

-"I promised to risk it all for Beast Games, and now I will."-

before he jumped. He air raid crashed her into the table, her falling on her spine.

Both bounced up. JAC lurked over, before slowly limped his way up. He supported himself on a barricade.

A new referee came into the ring. He began the count.

Everything blurred for JAC as he got to the ring. Count of six...

Swillow swung into the ring, grabbed the bottom rope, and swung around.

Her knees hit JAC in the face, and fell backwards.

Swillow grinned, having pulled the Tiger Feint kick. As she stood in the ring, she thought she had it won. But an incredible resolve, and as the ref counted nine, JAC slid into the ring.

Swillow shook her head. JAC wasn't going down.

JAC punched the ground. He stomped the ground. Anything to rally himself up.

With a third howl, Swillow ran at him. JAC dodged. She bounded off a rope, into the air.

JAC jumped and hit a spear while in midair. As Swillow fell, instinct kicked in.

A burst of flames came from her bottom paws, and oriented him so he'd fall primarily on his head in an improvised DDT. After crowning his head, he flipped over.

A yellow wolf bucked him in the face with her back paws, before she slipped down the apron.

The ref didn't see. Swillow jumped up onto JAC, put her hands on his shoulders, before he stabbed his back onto her feet. He was pushed up by her feet, and she quickly flipped him over onto his back in a swift movement. Then she sat.

303 pounds sat directly above his chest, pinning his shoulders.

Richard Short: One, two, three!

A series of movements, from DDT, to sitting on him, in three seconds. And she won in those three seconds.

Swillow jumped up from the win. She ran around the ring.

Only for it to turn black again.

WhereisWasting was written in white along the walls. The screens all turned into waterfalls.

"Come on out, Wasting!" Swillow said. "Let's finish this once and for all!"

A pair of jaws clamped around her throat, while two paws knocked her fore legs out from her. She flipped over onto her back, as Wasting almost ripped her throat out.

The giant blue wolf paced around her.

JAC grinned faintly as Wasting revealed himself, and Wasting grinned back.

But then the screen read:

Noah.

The true runner of the show, the maker of Beast Games. Even higher than former General Manager JAC. Wasting and JAC stared in awe.

Cyras, Ahmond, and Berand ran to JAC's aid.

A dragonoid homo rex stampeded towards the ring. Muscles everywhere. Just 300 pounds over homo rex. Not just muscle, but great amounts of fat too. Blue scales adorned their body, along with a cloak.

Unlike JAC, his cousin looked more like a dragon than anything else. With a dragon's head, a dragon's claws, even a thick dragon's tail.

JAC stepped into the middle of the ring to embrace them.

Noah put him over their shoulders, before spinning around. They flung JAC, and he went flying.

JAC spun in the air, before he bounced on the mat with a minor explosion of aura. JAC fell over onto his back.

He yelled and gagged.

Wasting, Berand, Cyras, and Ahmond ran in front of JAC. Noah grabbed Berand's throat, and threw him over the ring ropes and over the barricade.

Noah got hands on JAC again, before F5ing him again, over the ring ropes. He landed, gut first, on the metal barricade. He didn't just gag.

He flat out vomited blood.

As JAC lost stomach contents, Noah grabbed him by the collar.

"One job!" Noah said. "I give you one freaking job!"

Noah pulled him down into piledriver position, before dropping him on his skull.

They roared as they paced around JAC's corpse. "ONE JOB!"

Medics rushed over to JAC. Noah walked out of the arena.

JAC got strapped to a gurney, as doctors assured him he'd be okay. An ambulance roared onto the scene.

JAC was carried into the ambulance, doors were shut.

With a final stare, Swillow saw Wasting leave, and didn't bother to talk to Harper-Jay.

As it wooed over the path out of the building, Noah stepped in its path. The driver rushed out, but Noah slapped them across the clavicle, throwing them ten feet into the air. Other medical staff ran out.

Noah squatted, and put the ambulance over their shoulders. Went up to a small cliff.

And threw the ambulance again, it spinning like a hurricane to a thirty foot drop.

The ambulance splattered and shattered on the ground, as JAC's body was down.

Noah threw their arms in the air, and roared before walking away.

We're taking a two week vacation. Hopefully we'll be seeing you January 20th, while we air a few filler episodes.